strike
So, here we are at the end of the third week of school...for my kids anyway. But things aren't really that spiffy. I have just returned from the school because of some little punk thinking he's gonna bully my kid around. Third week I'm telling ya. It all started the first day when this kid just out of the blue stood up and called William weird. Not so bad honestly...I told Will it could have been worse and to just ignore him. He said that he told the kid look who's talking. He apparently has a weird hairdo or something. But since then it has gotten worse and it's eating at me. He's been shoving William, tripping him, and other shit. Like the day they had to go to see about the fundraiser. They were sitting in the auditorium or wherever they held it and the kid asked William if he was gay? Asked him if he liked to suck dick? W...T...F? Sixth fucking grade!!! That was it...I was on my way to the school. But no...Jeff just tells Will to punch him the next time he does it. I don't want him doing that and getting kicked out of school over some little shit-eating punk. Jeff keeps on though and Will won't because he thinks the kid or his friends will attack him. I think so too. Jeff says if they're in lunch together just turn around and take the lunch tray and slam it up against the kids head. Geez, Jeff they are freaking 12 years old. He doesn't care though. He says that once Will does it then they won't mess with him anymore and that it's because William doesn't do anything that they keep on. Maybe so but if he does then they might just mess with him even more and invite more trouble. But yesterday was the last straw when William took off running to get his stuff because the bell was about to ring for the buses and the kid ran up and stuck his foot out sending Will headfirst into the ground. ENOUGH!!!! I went to the school and talked with the guidance counselor. Honestly. Do you remember going to sixth grade? Remember being excited but at the same time anxious. It was a new school...new teachers and more of them to boot...changing classes and constantly wondering whether you had time to make it to your locker or the bathroom...tons more homework....yeah, good times right? Now imagine doing all that and not knowing a single kid. It's hard enough to make that change but hey, at least you still had your friends right? The ones you just spent the last 6 years in elementary school with. Well, William doesn't have that. He doesn't have any real friends to go through this with here. It breaks my heart and believe me I have cried too many times over this as it is since moving here. Now enough is enough. But what do you do? He doesn't want it to keep happening but he isn't sure if he's got it in him to take on this kid and his friends. He doesn't want to get in trouble and I think that he believes he will get in trouble by us if he actually did it. We've made it clear beyond a reasonable doubt that he won't. He will by teachers but we won't and we don't care if he's suspended. He doesn't want to tell teachers because he'll be a "tattle-tale" and he doesn't want mom coming to school cause yeah...that's just weak. Well, mom went to school and he just doesn't know it. I saw the counselor and told her everything. Luckily this kid isn't on William's team and just shares gym class with him. I told her that it's just frustrating and something needs to be done...I told her everything I just mentioned above as well...new school, new people, not knowing people. I also told her that we battle at home because of it...dad says hit and I don't though I'm on the verge of not giving a damn. She was very understanding and upset though she did say " If he did retaliate he would get suspended just so you know" and I told her "You don't understand...his father doesn't care." I made that a statement of fact and not as a plead for intervention. She was thorough and very understanding and seemed honestly upset that this was happening especially so early in the year. She also told me what she's been teaching them which is the very subject of our discussion and that fighting back and defending yourself was a last resort. I was just glad that she did keep that option in the equation instead of acting as though it was a mortal sin to stand up for yourself. Most schools won't because they have zero policy on such stuff but at least she's keeping to reality to an extent. She tried to get a hold of the gym teacher but she was in class apparently so she's suppose to let me know. She said that she wouldn't let William know that I was there. I wasn't so much as worried about William knowing as I am the other kid. That is just one more thing to pick about...having "mommy come to the schoo". Ugh!! This is beyond frustrating. How...honestly now...do you protect your kids without seeming to interfere? You can't give them good advice when the two parents can't evenagree on a course of action. Well, I have to go vent. Hard to now when there's nobody around to vent to anymore. Just another lovely aspect of this transition. I'd call a friend but really...I'm tired of this being a one-sided friendship with those who were friends. I'm tired of being the one to call...to visit...to do anything really. What was I? A friend or a pawn. heh.
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